I once asked an elder friend what they thought of this painting. They took a while to answer. I could see confusion on their face; an expression I’m so used to seeing when I’m showcasing my work. I wait and I wait but no answer comes. Just a weird look smeared across their face. Then a little frown, an eyebrow rising, and eyes squinting, all signaling more confusion.
Well, I’m not apologetic for my cryptic paintings. Silhouettes don’t have to make sense. Doesn’t it happen to you when you walk up a trail and be confused whether the mist is a cloud or the cloud the tip of a mountain?
